| Last Line Tag |
I was tagged by the sweet angel @elydith for this. So here’s something picked out of my bucket load of wips. My queue still hates me.
Touch. Everlasting touch: synth, tangible. This is how he shows his love.
Liquid, thirium is azure in bloom. This is how an angel dies.
Abstract in palette you swirl in his aura, so tangled and true this love drips from pert lips cool. Oh but so new they crave. Tender flesh bodily and warm collides with liquid, simulated but shed as you desire. See him as he is in his spurious state of being. Oh but he is alive, a different breed, a facsimile. Skim the surface and reach out to heaven, rich in chocolate of his adoring gaze.
rules: post the last line you wrote of anything and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
I’m only tagging one here quickly since I am swamped in draft queues: @connorswink my queen...